Baerrito

TW for reference to c*ncer He’d avoided Water-Tribe for quite a while now. Three paws shakily padded away from the camp after having trained his apprentice; he was still shocked he was even given one recently. He felt unwelcome in the camp he’d previously been so proud to walk into. He was a stranger to his own grandchildren. His son didn’t want him there. Anakin and Kermit may have, but they were always busy. And Pangur… He still couldn't get over the guilt of the pain he’d caused her all those moons ago. He hadn’t been to Void-Tribe quite as frequently either. At first his paws had always carried him t